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A blonde man in a long white trenchcoat addressed a pack of Galbadians. They were all mismatched, with nothing to indicate any common allegiance besides their presence here. The blonde man raised his gunblade high in his right hand, with an anger filling his words "The world of now is chaotic, in constant war. Why? A force of roving murderers for hire. SeeD. If we elimanate SeeD, nothing will stop our peacekeepers from ending all war and suffering in this world!" At this, the crowd cheered. "To accomplish that aim, we must kill the six worst of them, lauded as heroes by all the pathetically decieved world. The sorceress Rinoa Heartilly, a traitor to Galbadia, and former leader of the 'Forest Owls' terrorist force." He paused a split second to think "and my ex-girlfriend," then continued. "The assassin, Irvine Kinneas, another traitor. The martial artist, Zell Dincht, a Balamb native. Selphie Tilmitt, the remorseless killer, while speaking of peace. Quistis Trepe, ever calm even as she slashes throats with her whip. And, naturally, Rinoa's Knight and the leader of the pack, Squall Leonhart." As he gathered his breath between sentances, he thought "and the jerk who stole my girlfriend." He then continued "see this scar on my face? That was the same villian's blade." At this point, his followers began chanting "Death to Leonhart," loud enough to be impossible to hear Seifer's speech over them. He sheathed his gunblade, his followers' wrath aroused against SeeD.
He knew Squall and Rinoa were well beyond his reach, but he could hurt them by killing the helpless close to them. He slipped away from his impromptu stage at Deling City Square, headed for his home, and walked back to his room in the large mansion he had bought with the money he embezzeled from Galbadia Garden after it had been defeated at Centra. General Caraway's ruled as a dictator over Galbadia, created when he ordered the military to put him into power after Edea killed Deling, then was defeated herself. He tolerated Seifer, although there was no open connection. Many suspected that he recieved some under-the-table funding and support from Caraway, though. He did, but he and Caraway were good about destroying the evidence. Seifer took the key that he had hidden under the base of a large lamp on a filing cabinet, and opened the locked drawer in his desk. He replaced the key, and reached into the secret compartment in the bottom of the drawer above, dialing in the combination from memory (he had to; he had a terrible angle.). Open popped the slot, and out came a stack of papers. Not many could fit in the compartment, so he had to constantly buy and hide mor compartments. Soon it would get to the point where you could trip over them, catch yourself on another, and almost hit a third. To save space and eliminate the paper trail, he destroyed his old plans after they had been executed. He still needed more secret compartments constantly.
He put the plans on his desk, pulled out a pencil from the jar, and got to work, scribbling down diagrams, attack positions, plans of direction, everything. He decided he'd need to pick his team before planning this attack further. He'd only need a small team for this. His posse was a must. He picked the Centra Sabers as his backup. They were an elite team, made up of former soldiers from the Battle of Centra. Next he'd need a ship. It would have to be fast, stealthy, and equipped with a good maritime radar system. Now that Adel's Tomb had fallen, the radio interference had subsided, well enough that radar worked. Raijin opened his office door "Seifer, you should turn on the TV, ya know." Seifer clicked on his small office TV. The news was showing. Apparently two former SeeD leaders, the Kramers, had been assassinated at their house in Centra. Seifer smiled inwardly "That would be Cid and Edea. The Dollet Anacondaurs did their job well." He continued to watch the news announcer. Aside from a brief mention that Galbadia was suspected as connected to it, nothing. "Good. They left little evidence. Let SeeD feed on their rumors."
Forgetting the plan he was working on, he turned to another paper. A letter of request. He had a plan to ambush the Ragnarok ready. All he needed were several portable SAM launchers, and a supply of missiles for them big enough to blast through the Ragnarok's armored plating. He researched the types of portable SAM missiles the G-Army had. One caught his eye. A shaped-charge device with a range of up to a mile, straight up. It had an infrared tracking system attached, and a simple computer system to identify and track its target's coordinates when it wasn't moving. Further, when multiple missiles were going after the same target, they would home in on eachothers' blasts, focusing their power to break through a single point. It had enough power to blast straight through a foot of steel, and was designed to serve double-duty as an anti-tank and anti-aircraft munition. It had an anti-personell variant, but Seifer wasn't interested in it. The only downside to it was the fact that it was expensive as hell, and weighed ten pounds per missile. The launcher needed to launch a missile its size was only technically man-portable, as it usually had two people carrying its two-hundred-fifty pound weight, needing to be braced before firing it. The proper bracings added an extra twenty pounds to its weight. They used an explosive and a propellant that were only slightly improved from where they were reverse-engineered from equipment stolen from Esthar in the Sorceress War.
Seifer knew it would take a huge amount of persuasion to get General Caraway to give him these missiles. Nonetheless, he needed them to shoot down Ragnarok. The general would give him what he needed, if he approved the plan. Eternal Peace, the name of Seifer's organization, had never let any of their support slip, and, often, their plans were successful. General Caraway knew that the only downside to relying on Eternal Peace to carry out his plans of conquest was that they would make their own plans, and move on their own. Nonetheless, as long as their aims coincided, he would continue to fund and supply them, even hide their training camps, and send his best soldiers to them after they left the army. Seifer smiled as he wrote his request for the SAMs "My plans require three separate launcher positions, each with one launcher. If you do not believe this will be enough, another launcher could be positioned at each position. Each launcher should have enough for three shots at least, although more shots will be more likely kill Tilmitt, along with anyone else aboard." Seifer knew better than to mention SeeD's sorceress, as he knew she was the general's daughter.
He pressed an intercom button, and Fujin's signal rang throughout the mansion. He trusted all his mansion staff, as they were hired from the upper ranks of Eternal Peace. Fujin came to his office about a minute later "Fujin, I need you to send a letter for me to General Caraway." Fujin's reply came quickly, and robotically. "AFFIRMATIVE." She took his letter, and grabbed an envelope. She folded the letter as she walked away. Seifer turned to his next order of buisiness, the plan he was working on earlier. "Squall took everything from me... Everything but vengeance. In turn, I will take everything from him... And I won't leave him with vengeance. When he dies, he'll see me, standing over him, my gunblade to run him through." On his plans, he had little left to plan except which of Eternal Peace's ships to take. He began to think, pulling out his list of ship specifications. "Hmm... Justice is my fastest ship, but its little but fast. It will only hold a few elites of the Centra Sabers, but they'll probably be enough. On the other hand, Light's a good sensor ship. Downside is, its only a scout, and isn't big enough to grab the enemy ship, or small enough to pull alongside. I'm probably not going to use Light. The Sorceress is just a weapons platform, no way its suitable. Hmm... Eternity is a good stealthy ship. Its designed as a missile boat, but I could probably swap out its computers for radar computers, and upgrade its radar by getting rid of some of the missiles. Set up some tents on deck, and use the missile bays for supplies, and I could definitely use this one. Its definitely fast enough."
Seifer began to draw up the plans for an upgrade of the Eternity. He'd use his personal fortune, aqquired from his few months of servitude to Edea, and his looting of the wreckage after her fall. Further, he had several investments set up to call in his money, and Eternal Peace's members were glad to donate a portion of their salaries to him. What fools. But, they served him, and they served his purposes. He knew he was not going to live a normal life after Squall's death. In fact, he doubted he'd survive at all. He might talk about Galbadian expansion, but really his only goal was the complete destruction of SeeD. If Squall didn't kill him, he'd probably kill himself after defeating Squall. He filed away the attack plans, locked their compartment, and pulled out the blueprints of the Eternity. He then pulled out a blank sheet of paper, and, in his neat handwriting, which he had grown adept at disguising for his letters to Caraway, to hide his paper trail, began to write his designs, and list what he needed to buy. "Hmm... I'll probably want a spare computer, to keep the missile computer safe. I'll then need to pay to get the missile bays converted to food storage, and the missile racks to extra sensors. I'll need to check the Catalog."
The Catalog was a list of everything that Eternal Peace could buy, along with its specifications. He flipped to the radar section. "Hmm... This Dollet model isn't exactly energy-efficient, or stealthy, but it gets the job done. I don't have a clue if our target even uses active sensors, so no passive radar for me. I don't know their sound signature, so no passive sonar either. Active sonars give away too much, so I need a low-signal active radar. Luckily there is still some radio noise, so the low-power models will be able to disguise themselves as interference to everyone not looking for it. Question is, do they have passive radar? Its a risk we'll have to take. Worst-case scenario, they flee us. If they come to us, we'll lose the element of surprise, but I can probably take them anyway." Seifer thought through his plan carefully, half out loud, half silent. He selected a good low-power, long-range active radar, and began to laugh quietly, then spoke "Excellent... When Squall learns of this, he'll be forced to action. That'll draw the messenger girl right into my Ragnarok trap, hopefully along with the rest."
A blonde man in a long white trenchcoat addressed a pack of Galbadians. They were all mismatched, with nothing to indicate any common allegiance besides their presence here. The blonde man raised his gunblade high in his right hand, with an anger filling his words "The world of now is chaotic, in constant war. Why? A force of roving murderers for hire. SeeD. If we elimanate SeeD, nothing will stop our peacekeepers from ending all war and suffering in this world!" At this, the crowd cheered. "To accomplish that aim, we must kill the six worst of them, lauded as heroes by all the pathetically decieved world. The sorceress Rinoa Heartilly, a traitor to Galbadia, and former leader of the 'Forest Owls' terrorist force." He paused a split second to think "and my ex-girlfriend," then continued. "The assassin, Irvine Kinneas, another traitor. The martial artist, Zell Dincht, a Balamb native. Selphie Tilmitt, the remorseless killer, while speaking of peace. Quistis Trepe, ever calm even as she slashes throats with her whip. And, naturally, Rinoa's Knight and the leader of the pack, Squall Leonhart." As he gathered his breath between sentances, he thought "and the jerk who stole my girlfriend." He then continued "see this scar on my face? That was the same villian's blade." At this point, his followers began chanting "Death to Leonhart," loud enough to be impossible to hear Seifer's speech over them. He sheathed his gunblade, his followers' wrath aroused against SeeD.
He knew Squall and Rinoa were well beyond his reach, but he could hurt them by killing the helpless close to them. He slipped away from his impromptu stage at Deling City Square, headed for his home, and walked back to his room in the large mansion he had bought with the money he embezzeled from Galbadia Garden after it had been defeated at Centra. General Caraway's ruled as a dictator over Galbadia, created when he ordered the military to put him into power after Edea killed Deling, then was defeated herself. He tolerated Seifer, although there was no open connection. Many suspected that he recieved some under-the-table funding and support from Caraway, though. He did, but he and Caraway were good about destroying the evidence. Seifer took the key that he had hidden under the base of a large lamp on a filing cabinet, and opened the locked drawer in his desk. He replaced the key, and reached into the secret compartment in the bottom of the drawer above, dialing in the combination from memory (he had to; he had a terrible angle.). Open popped the slot, and out came a stack of papers. Not many could fit in the compartment, so he had to constantly buy and hide mor compartments. Soon it would get to the point where you could trip over them, catch yourself on another, and almost hit a third. To save space and eliminate the paper trail, he destroyed his old plans after they had been executed. He still needed more secret compartments constantly.
He put the plans on his desk, pulled out a pencil from the jar, and got to work, scribbling down diagrams, attack positions, plans of direction, everything. He decided he'd need to pick his team before planning this attack further. He'd only need a small team for this. His posse was a must. He picked the Centra Sabers as his backup. They were an elite team, made up of former soldiers from the Battle of Centra. Next he'd need a ship. It would have to be fast, stealthy, and equipped with a good maritime radar system. Now that Adel's Tomb had fallen, the radio interference had subsided, well enough that radar worked. Raijin opened his office door "Seifer, you should turn on the TV, ya know." Seifer clicked on his small office TV. The news was showing. Apparently two former SeeD leaders, the Kramers, had been assassinated at their house in Centra. Seifer smiled inwardly "That would be Cid and Edea. The Dollet Anacondaurs did their job well." He continued to watch the news announcer. Aside from a brief mention that Galbadia was suspected as connected to it, nothing. "Good. They left little evidence. Let SeeD feed on their rumors."
Forgetting the plan he was working on, he turned to another paper. A letter of request. He had a plan to ambush the Ragnarok ready. All he needed were several portable SAM launchers, and a supply of missiles for them big enough to blast through the Ragnarok's armored plating. He researched the types of portable SAM missiles the G-Army had. One caught his eye. A shaped-charge device with a range of up to a mile, straight up. It had an infrared tracking system attached, and a simple computer system to identify and track its target's coordinates when it wasn't moving. Further, when multiple missiles were going after the same target, they would home in on eachothers' blasts, focusing their power to break through a single point. It had enough power to blast straight through a foot of steel, and was designed to serve double-duty as an anti-tank and anti-aircraft munition. It had an anti-personell variant, but Seifer wasn't interested in it. The only downside to it was the fact that it was expensive as hell, and weighed ten pounds per missile. The launcher needed to launch a missile its size was only technically man-portable, as it usually had two people carrying its two-hundred-fifty pound weight, needing to be braced before firing it. The proper bracings added an extra twenty pounds to its weight. They used an explosive and a propellant that were only slightly improved from where they were reverse-engineered from equipment stolen from Esthar in the Sorceress War.
Seifer knew it would take a huge amount of persuasion to get General Caraway to give him these missiles. Nonetheless, he needed them to shoot down Ragnarok. The general would give him what he needed, if he approved the plan. Eternal Peace, the name of Seifer's organization, had never let any of their support slip, and, often, their plans were successful. General Caraway knew that the only downside to relying on Eternal Peace to carry out his plans of conquest was that they would make their own plans, and move on their own. Nonetheless, as long as their aims coincided, he would continue to fund and supply them, even hide their training camps, and send his best soldiers to them after they left the army. Seifer smiled as he wrote his request for the SAMs "My plans require three separate launcher positions, each with one launcher. If you do not believe this will be enough, another launcher could be positioned at each position. Each launcher should have enough for three shots at least, although more shots will be more likely kill Tilmitt, along with anyone else aboard." Seifer knew better than to mention SeeD's sorceress, as he knew she was the general's daughter.
He pressed an intercom button, and Fujin's signal rang throughout the mansion. He trusted all his mansion staff, as they were hired from the upper ranks of Eternal Peace. Fujin came to his office about a minute later "Fujin, I need you to send a letter for me to General Caraway." Fujin's reply came quickly, and robotically. "AFFIRMATIVE." She took his letter, and grabbed an envelope. She folded the letter as she walked away. Seifer turned to his next order of buisiness, the plan he was working on earlier. "Squall took everything from me... Everything but vengeance. In turn, I will take everything from him... And I won't leave him with vengeance. When he dies, he'll see me, standing over him, my gunblade to run him through." On his plans, he had little left to plan except which of Eternal Peace's ships to take. He began to think, pulling out his list of ship specifications. "Hmm... Justice is my fastest ship, but its little but fast. It will only hold a few elites of the Centra Sabers, but they'll probably be enough. On the other hand, Light's a good sensor ship. Downside is, its only a scout, and isn't big enough to grab the enemy ship, or small enough to pull alongside. I'm probably not going to use Light. The Sorceress is just a weapons platform, no way its suitable. Hmm... Eternity is a good stealthy ship. Its designed as a missile boat, but I could probably swap out its computers for radar computers, and upgrade its radar by getting rid of some of the missiles. Set up some tents on deck, and use the missile bays for supplies, and I could definitely use this one. Its definitely fast enough."
Seifer began to draw up the plans for an upgrade of the Eternity. He'd use his personal fortune, aqquired from his few months of servitude to Edea, and his looting of the wreckage after her fall. Further, he had several investments set up to call in his money, and Eternal Peace's members were glad to donate a portion of their salaries to him. What fools. But, they served him, and they served his purposes. He knew he was not going to live a normal life after Squall's death. In fact, he doubted he'd survive at all. He might talk about Galbadian expansion, but really his only goal was the complete destruction of SeeD. If Squall didn't kill him, he'd probably kill himself after defeating Squall. He filed away the attack plans, locked their compartment, and pulled out the blueprints of the Eternity. He then pulled out a blank sheet of paper, and, in his neat handwriting, which he had grown adept at disguising for his letters to Caraway, to hide his paper trail, began to write his designs, and list what he needed to buy. "Hmm... I'll probably want a spare computer, to keep the missile computer safe. I'll then need to pay to get the missile bays converted to food storage, and the missile racks to extra sensors. I'll need to check the Catalog."
The Catalog was a list of everything that Eternal Peace could buy, along with its specifications. He flipped to the radar section. "Hmm... This Dollet model isn't exactly energy-efficient, or stealthy, but it gets the job done. I don't have a clue if our target even uses active sensors, so no passive radar for me. I don't know their sound signature, so no passive sonar either. Active sonars give away too much, so I need a low-signal active radar. Luckily there is still some radio noise, so the low-power models will be able to disguise themselves as interference to everyone not looking for it. Question is, do they have passive radar? Its a risk we'll have to take. Worst-case scenario, they flee us. If they come to us, we'll lose the element of surprise, but I can probably take them anyway." Seifer thought through his plan carefully, half out loud, half silent. He selected a good low-power, long-range active radar, and began to laugh quietly, then spoke "Excellent... When Squall learns of this, he'll be forced to action. That'll draw the messenger girl right into my Ragnarok trap, hopefully along with the rest."